

Decisions.Battered and bleeding, Insides on the ceiling, And you still don’t know what your soul wants.Decisions.
Memories reeling, My heart’s just stopped beating, And it’s now that you make your mind up.
Feeling sentimental, Put that gun to your temple, Wondering what they’ll all think.
Pull the stinging trigger, Brains run, do not linger, A decision you’ve finally made.
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ARTHUR: Bloody peasant!
DENNIS: Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That's what I'm on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn't you?
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